November 18, 2010

A True Story submission today from a Mr. K about his wife Karen’s first time with another man.

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My wife Karen and I have been married for 9 years, and have three kids. Karen is a short 5′ 1″, slim, has an attractive face, short brunette hair, and smallish tits with magnificent large, puffy nipples. She’s fairly reserved, especially about sex. It’s not that Karen doesn’t enjoy it, she does, she’s just not comfortable talking about it. She claims to have no sexual fantasies, and outside of breathing heavily, makes little sound while we’re having sex, which is maybe once or twice a month since the kids came. Keeping these facts in mind, consider what happened to us last Friday night.

My longtime best friend Kirk stopped over for a few days on his way to California. Karen and I decided to send the kids to the grandparents Friday night, mix up some margaritas poolside, and catch up on old times with our friend. We got into our swimsuits, put on some music, and cranked up the blender.

Within a couple hours, Karen was feeling no pain (read that ‘getting pretty drunk’), and suddenly announced we were doing shots (this from someone who has maybe one glass of wine every two months). She cut up some limes, grabbed the salt, and brought out the Patron Silver. Somewhere around the fifth or sixth shot I wasn’t surprised to catch Kirk staring at Karen’s tits straining against her thin bikini top - they were hard to miss. What I was surprised by was the fact it really turned me on. I had never given anything like that a thought.

Wanting to explore these feelings, I suggested we do some body shots, much to Kirk’s delight, but not so much Karen’s. Even hammered, it took some cajoling to get her to lay down on the table, but it quickly became obvious she seriously enjoyed Kirk slurping tequila from her navel - her face flushed bright red, and her nipples threatened to pop her top.

When Kirk excused himself to go take a leak, it was my turn. As I leaned down for the drink, I slipped a couple fingers past her bikini bottom, and into what felt like warm pudding. Even aroused, it always takes a healthy dollop of KY to penetrate Karen, and I was floored (and stimulated) by how incredibly turned-on she was. Before I could say a word, Kirk was coming through the door and I quickly pulled out my fingers, but clearly not fast enough, judging by the open-mouthed expression on Kirk’s face. After a second of silence, Karen burst out laughing. All I could think to say was “I was looking for my car keys,” (a pretty good adlib, considering my state at the time). Kirk’s reply was, “Thanks for torturing me, I haven’t even seen one of those for over four years” (since his divorce). We all laughed, but it was a little uncomfortable, to say the least. At that point I had to slip away to the bathroom myself, not only to take a leak, but to wait for my erection to subside. It took awhile as I couldn’t quit thinking of how horny Karen was, and what kind of fun we were going to have later. I also couldn’t stop thinking of Kirk seeing Karen’s snatch, and again, this thought excited me to no end. I forced myself to quit thinking about it so I could get back.

Back on the patio I found Kirk sitting at the table watching Karen snore in a drunken sleep. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that my fantasized sex-fest probably wasn’t going to happen. I slipped a lounge pillow under Karen’s head and sat down and chatted with my friend. I was still embarrassed and apologized to Kirk for making him feel uncomfortable by what he’d seen. He laughed and replied that it was the “closest thing to sex” he’d experienced in years, then added, “And if you cover that, I swear I’ll kill you.” It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about until I followed his gaze to Karen’s crotch in front of him, and the fuzzy, plump labia protruding from the edge of her bikini. Evidently her suit caught in her crack when I pulled my fingers out - it had been staring Kirk in the face from about a foot away. I jumped up to cover her, but again felt the thrill of my wife’s sexuality on display, and changed my mind. “Hell, it’s not like I get to see it that often either,” I said as I sat back down. Kirk gave me the thumbs up, and for the next hour we drank and traded stories of sexual frustration while staring at my shy wife’s cunt.

After another hour and too many drinks we were both sitting there in a quiet stupor. Watching Kirk staring at Karen’s crotch, there was no doubt he was thinking the same thing I was. I suddenly decided to do what I had been sitting there fantasizing about: I reached over and picked up the knife we were cutting limes with and carefully cut the strap on Karen’s top, freeing her jutting nipples. Kirk sat up, eyes the size of saucers. I then reached down and cut the side straps on her bikini bottom and peeled down the piece of fabric, exposing what at that moment was the most beautiful cunt I’d ever laid eyes on, even if I had seen it a thousand times before. I took my chair and admired my handiwork. We both sat there without saying a word for probably 20 minutes, staring at my wife’s beautiful body, watching the rise and fall of her round belly and the gentle swaying of her fat, towering nipples. When he finally spoke, Kirk said, “Now, this is worse than torture.” That’s when I excused myself and went to bed. Yes, I really did.

I left because as I watched Kirk look upon my prim and proper wife’s naked body, I realized at that drunken moment that all I wanted was to watch him fuck her, and that wasn’t going to happen with me sitting there. Adding to this bizarre desire, was the knowledge that from childhood, Kirk always had the biggest dick of any of us guys, and the thought that it was mere inches from my wife’s naked cunt, excited me to no end. I was banking that my sexually frustrated and extremely drunk friend would be unable to resist the naked feast laying in front of him. As for my wife, I was too excited to even consider what her reaction might be if he did - I was pretty certain she was too drunk to wake up, let alone care, if he did actually touch her.

After taking a leak and setting the coffeemaker, I went into our bedroom and to the window. I pulled the curtain aside and peered out to patio. As my eyes adjusted, my heart jumped into my throat - not only was Kirk standing over my wife with his fingers in her snatch, but Karen had her legs open wide, and her right hand was rapidly pumping Kirk’s swaying fat cock. She was definitely awake, and apparently no less horny. As I watched the incredible scene unfolding not more than six feet in front of me, I couldn’t believe this woman was my wife - someone who’s idea of wild sex is leaving the lights on. Karen turned her head and pulled Kirk’s cock into her mouth. As I watched the same wife who hadn’t given me oral sex since our first child was born, sucking a man’s cock like a whore possessed, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. After a minute or two, Kirk pulled away and climbed onto the table, turning Karen over onto her hand and knees, then moving behind her where he slowly pressed the bulbous head of his penis into that familiar place I knew so well. Karen let out a gasp as he worked it into her.

My thoughts at that point were so surreal: Three times I had deposited my seed in that place and three times I had celebrated as I watched my children slide through those same swollen lips. Hell, just a few nights ago I was pumping that cunt as Karen quietly waited for me to finish, as usual. Now I was watching my best friend slide his fat penis into my quiet, reserved wife who was at this point grunting loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. Unreal doesn’t begin to describe what I was witnessing.

As Kirk sunk to his balls into Karen, she shuddered and moaned, loudly begging him to fuck her (I’d never even heard her use the word before). I slid the window open a bit so I could hear the slurping sounds as Kirk pumped his cock in and out of her. Suddenly, his whole body stiffened and Karen’s legs started quivered uncontrollably, as he appeared to pump wave after wave of semen into her. After several minutes he pulled out, and I watched a thick rope of cum ooze from my wife’s slick, quivering snatch. My knees buckled and I sat down on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

As I pulled off my swimsuit to get into bed before my wife came in, I was surprised to find I had ejaculated without even touching myself - no wonder I couldn’t stand. I got beneath the covers just as Karen staggered through the door and into bed, obviously too drunk and exhausted to even think about showering. For a few minutes she lay still beside me, and I assumed she had fallen asleep. A heavy smell of sex filled the air as I tried to process what the hell had just happened. I was contemplating slipping into the bathroom to relieve myself (again?) and clean up when I felt a hand slide across my stomach, down to my sticky crotch, and grasp my gooey, erect member.

Neither of us said anything as Karen slowly pumped my cock. She then leaned over and reeking of booze, whispered in my ear, “Baby, I hope you have more where that came from.” She straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her slimy heat. I lasted all of about a minute before the incredible sensation of sliding in a hot cum-filled cunt triggered the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Minutes late we were both fast asleep, at least until 5 AM when I awoke to Karen sucking my cock to erection, just before she slid on for another juicy ride - one of six (seven?) that weekend.

I learned Saturday that it had been Karen who woke to find herself naked, and Kirk sitting beside her masturbating. It turns out it was quiet, shy, reserved Karen who grabbed my friend’s cock and started the whole thing - I would have never believed it.

To say that night altered Karen’s sexuality would be a huge understatement. While she enjoys fantasizing about it, so far we have not included anyone else in our lovemaking. We are, however, both very much looking forward to Kirk’s visit next month!